Poetry

I am not feeling well.

My cats keep cuddling me.

Physically I feel fine.

I think my depression is getting to me again.

Head in the sand.

Tin Foil Hats.

Ignoring Reality.

Drinking the glass half-full.

Walking a mile in his shoes.

Finding a four leaf clover and eating it.

Doing a yoga class.

The spaces have not been filled.

Give in to the sinuses.

Senses on array.

Danger!

Danger!

Proceed with utmost optimism.

Nip and tuck.

Falling out of love.

Pushing the envelope.

Delving too deep.

Sparking the brain cells.

Spacing the flower pots.

Filling in the blanks.

Living as a learning.

Set it to boil.

Walk away.

Burn your hand.

Curse and dance in pain.

Water is boiled dry.

No supper for tonight.

Well, maybe peanut butter

and jam sandwiches.

Richard, Paul, Harry.

Ringo, Charlie, William.

Francis, Jordan, Lionel.

Terrence, Bradley, Hugo.

Names are names.

What do they truly make us?

Experimenting with the wrong things.

Trying new twists.

Flexing the wrong muscles.

Hurting the ones around you.

Being alive

And vulnerable.

Cheddar is best for tomato bases.

Chili’s and Spaghetti’s are yummy

but cheese adds another dimension.

Mozzarella is great for the cheesy pulls.

Pizza’s are an excellent example.

My favorite is Feta but that is a specific flavour.

Best in salads.

Parmesan is outdone by Romano for seasoning dishes

and best of all is a dish that uses all of them!

If only they could listen.

Understand what the problem is.

I do not speak cat

but I try my hardest to figure out why?

Hopefully I can figure them out.

If not I might have to google things.

I lost my edge.

I can not find the path.

Travel is winding.

Long and forgotten.

Where do I go from here?